Published on 12, July, 2020
Well my post diagnosis was messy and the mute shut down and rejection of alll medical assistance was the out working of a failier of response that is typical of the mental health provisions in surrey. the few people I saw were ok and the psychiatrist did get me a step along but i was wel annoyed that his paper work was nessacary to qualify what i had been bleeting on about for years anf even now the system has let me drift off because i was traumatise dby the 40 questions it takes to get an assesment to go on the 18 month waiting list for therapy. PLEASE
So how was i exumed from my silence and driven from my pyjamas and the doldrums of indifferent failier and the contemplations of my own execution that I willing ly considered and rejected to continue what I saw as fsithful but self detructive choice to live.
Well She is called Foxy anad she is the dumped dog who escaped the battersey death nell, to become my little world of sucess on a different world view of things.
You can see her baby picture here
http://www.alldogsmatter.co.uk/?dogs-rehomed,7
I am up at 4 to keep the floor dry and when she eats I remember to, her walks and my medication go together and all in all we are a good team, I have to be the boss and eat first and have learned to shout or bark when I am not happy with realy bad behaviour, I am the one who is at the training classes she is well smart and had to go up a class.
The staff at the school responded in fine style to my iam autistic card and a few of them have first hand experience and experts in the friend and family line who would consult to help my challenges, which was overwhelming on the first day.
http://adolescentdogs.com/ have been exelent in their understanding and have been keen to help me keep a sfe and happy doe mostly I needed reassuring that i wass not breaking her in some way.
So I was lead out of the rock under which I crawled realy by a small bright inteligent Little Red Dog, called Foxy.
WB
When ther are no languages to bridge the devide it is the best of us as animals that we have in common, it is sad that we despise this beauty in ourselves as base and of no value or function, for I think it is the very antidote to all that ails us as a result of the toxicity of the life we call modern.
This is chew week for foxy.
she has come to me to fix the odd feeling in her mouth, so we have chews on tap and bones and other stuff. It is easier to meet her needs and understand what is happening for her when I am on top of her daily changes, I knew there was some thing going on in her skull because her eyes changed shape. Her coat is growing and getting softer, she has fluff round her perssonal bits and smells different. Yes folks Foxy is about to go in to season and become a teenager.
I put the crusty honey in her cong chew and this sedated her a bit, the first time she tok out a tooth we were in the park so i found a couple of clean willow leaves chewed them up and spat the mix in to my hand she scoffed this medicine and I had instant asprin on hand to sooth her.
On the farm, The tractor radiator water which in those days was just very hot water in the summer was poored onto willow leaves or twigs and then fed to the dogs when cool as willow tea to help if they got bitten in the hay by adders, who moved into the centre of the harvested field. They were flushed out at the last few cuts of the mower or baler by the dogs who could be bitten in their persuit of the mice who followed the same refuge. harvest for all and it was all.
So expectations are relative to the toothache monitor this week also.